Back to basics, trees are neat,
they have trunks despite no area,
leaves are practically hair,
and they live for ages,
and why am I doing this?

Why is this nonsensical pome
even here? You really wish to
put this into the world? What
is plaguing you, your brain, your
sparks, you lifeline? There are
unlimited forms of idea and
creation, no way, NO WAY
could you have run out of topics!

You gotta pull yourself together,
bring the parts that place the prose
into harmonious execution and
lo, behold, there you shall have
your shared experience! Not every
one has to win, but you need
to give it your all, even if you are
feeling a little spent, (little
hint but those are the rawest)
words will flow, regardless.

The trees were a smokescreen,
you could not see them for the
forest of doubt, concern, worry
that perhaps this has ended,
but a cursory read, flicking back
above the paragraphs, shall show,
you just needed the lead in,
and we have a pome about your
concerns.